"Nine-tailed, you understand what Ming Che means, don't you? Are you willing?" Ning Xuan asked, scrutinizing him.
Nine-tailed shuddered at her words, his fingertips curling almost imperceptibly. He remained prostrated, his voice trembling as he replied, "I am willing, Master."
Ning Xuan chuckled softly, reaching out to lift his chin and force him to look up.
His amber-colored fox eyes were docilely downcast, his long lashes trembling slightly, not daring to meet her gaze.
His skin had a lustrous sheen, and his eyes seemed to sparkle, giving him a pure and refreshing aura.
"Since Ming Che spoke up for you…" Ning Xuan's thumb gently caressed his jaw, her tone languid, "Then I'll allow it."
The expression on Nine-tailed's face flickered for a moment, then a brilliant smile blossomed. "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Lord Husband."
Nine-tailed looked at the two of them, his eyes filled with devotion.
